The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 98

“How is it?”

The man who passed his saliva to her in a way different from a kiss asked as he drove his hips forward.

“It’s… tasty.”

Sheila pressed her lips together as if trying not to cry. Then she said, “More… ah! More… please.”

At her words, his blue-gray eyes darkened like a well with no visible bottom.

He could tell by her body that it wasn’t empty flattery or false coyness.

Even when his movements stopped abruptly, her aroused pussyt ightened on its own, urging him on.

Looking down at her, Cedric let out a disbelieving scoff.

“Getting cocky.”

Despite his words, his hips began moving again with even more passion. The inside of her, rubbing against him, heated up.

The man and woman joined as one sensed each other’s reactions with uncanny precision.

“Damn it.”

Cursing as the urge to climax surged, he suddenly pulled his cock all the way out without warning.

“Ahh!”

Her moan stretched out just as long as the length of his cock.

Cedric turned her moaning body onto its side, then moved in on his knees and positioned himself behind her.

He grabbed her long, dark brown hair and wrapped it around his penis a few times. Gripping his shaft wrapped in silk-soft hair, he began thrusting.

Slap, slap, slap.

Despite the unheard-of act, Sheila’s body kept heating up, as if even her hair held sensitive nerves.

“Hah, hah, ngh!”

Soon, with a low groan, thick semen spilled from his urethra.

The tip of his penis pointed toward her breasts as she lay on her side.

The cloudy white liquid landed on the mound of her breasts and flowed down, pooling at the tips of her nipples.

It looked like the swollen breasts of a nursing mother, so full they leaked milk drop by drop.

In the next moment, he released the semen-soaked hair and grabbed her breasts, yanking them up and pushing them toward her chin.

Her marshmallow-soft white breasts were shoved upward by his brute strength.

“Lick it. Clean.”

Still panting, her hair in his grasp, Sheila lowered her head and looked down at her own chest.

The flesh of her body, drenched in thick, murky liquid, felt obscenely lewd.

Following his command, she bent her head as far down as she could and stuck out her tongue. Her tongue touched her pink nipple, and she tasted the salty tang of semen.

As she struggled to lick it up, the liquid entered her mouth as if it flowed from her own breasts.

‘So this kind of madness is possible.’

Even as she thought that, Sheila continued doing what he told her without hesitation.

Maybe she really had become a pervert.

Or maybe she was simply born with a maid’s disposition.

For some reason, Sheila wanted to satisfy her master, as if his satisfaction was her own.

“Enough.”

After she sucked up the semen wherever her tongue could reach, Cedric laid her flat on her back.

He lifted her bound arms over her head and climbed on top of her, bringing his penis to her lips.

“Kiss it. As much as you want.”

Staring at the gleaming penis he offered, Sheila replied, “Yes, Master.”

Looking closely, she could see a tiny opening at the tip of his penis, like a mouth opening and closing.

Sheila opened her mouth and swallowed the savage-looking little thing with the small mouth.

She closed her eyes tightly and, guided only by the feeling of her tongue, traced the mushroom-shaped head again and again.

Then she pursed her lips and moved back and forth between the head and the shaft, even slipping her tongue into the urethral opening and sucking on it.

“Tch. You’re really determined.”

It was hard to believe he’d just come, but Cedric’s club hardened again.

As he pulled himself back, he said, “Get on all fours.”

Sheila turned her body clumsily and raised her buttocks high.

Puck!

“Ahh!”

His member slid along her still-slick inner walls and slammed hard into her cervix.

Puck!

“Aah!”

Scream-like moans burst from Sheila’s mouth one after another.

As if to remind her that this was punishment, Cedric pulled his member out long, then slammed it back in again over and over.

Even so, he grabbed her pelvis hard so she couldn’t escape him. He squeezed so tightly that sweat seeped from the palm pressed against her skin.

“Aah, ngh, ahh!”

Sheila buried her face into the bed to stifle the uncontrollable screams spilling out.

Saliva streamed out and soaked the bedsheets.

“Ah, ahh!”

When she finally reached her climax, the tears spilling from Sheila’s eyes also soaked into the bedsheets, adding two more stains.

“Answer me. What are you planning to do? Are you thinking of making her your mistress or something?”

“Mistress? You think I’d do something like that?”

The voice of the man who answered without a moment’s hesitation echoed in Sheila’s head.

That’s right.

Contrary to Cedric’s expectations, Sheila was awake when she heard the unfamiliar man’s voice.

By coincidence, the words she overheard while occupying his bed pierced her chest like a blade.

If he’d asked her to become his mistress, Sheila would’ve refused without hesitation.

Her only goal was to get rid of the older brother who held her life by the throat and live freely.

But at the very least, she wouldn’t have been able to say it as coldly as he did.

Someone might ask what difference that made, but to Sheila, it mattered.

Anyway, Sheila woke up long before the word “mistress” ever came up and overheard the entire conversation.

Ironically, the only place Sheila could loosen the tightly drawn nerves she always lived with and sleep carelessly was right in front of Cedric, the man she feared the most.

The voice that woke her belonged to Alfonso.

Why did she ever think their voices sounded similar? They were completely different.

“Don’t tell me you were actually interested in her? A maid, of all people…?”

“You sent a letter from abroad once, remember? What did it say…? To keep a particularly close eye on Judith’s maids, wasn’t it? Don’t tell me that was because of Sheila too? Then, from back then…? Ha, that’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty. I remembered what you said, so I kept an eye on her too, I know that much. But she’s still just a maid. It makes no sense. And not just anyone, but you?”

Because Alfonso rambled on to himself, Sheila learned many things she never knew before.

First, that Alfonso saved her from Allen’s advances because of Cedric’s request. And that when Alfonso said he was interested in her, it was also because Cedric mentioned her in his letter.

Come to think of it, she was the one who jumped to conclusions on her own after overhearing the conversation between Alfonso and Allen. Alfonso said he was interested in her, not that he liked her.

Even so, Sheila never felt anything for Alfonso similar to what she felt for Cedric.

Of course, among the Calley family, he seemed the most human, and there were times she felt sorry she couldn’t return his feelings, but that was all.

Moreover, even if she didn’t know why he was kind to her, she realized long ago that it wasn’t a feeling that went beyond kindness.

Even when she saw Alfonso holding Eloise, Sheila felt nothing beyond surprise. And even that surprise was purely because of Cedric. After all, the two of them were, respectively, his fiancée candidate and his younger brother.

From the moment Alfonso started ranting to the moment he ended with a warning that he wouldn’t let it slide if Cedric made Eloise cry, Cedric didn’t say much of anything.

Because of that, it was hard for Sheila to grasp what Cedric was really thinking. Why he sent that letter from abroad, and whether the “Judith’s maid” he mentioned truly referred to her.

The entire time she overheard the conversation, Sheila cycled between inexplicable hope and disappointment.

In the end, the only thing she received from him was a single sentence.

“Mistress? You think I’d do something like that?”

She already knew, but that made it clear.

That whatever existed between him and her would end like this.

So Sheila decided to shamelessly ask. For a kiss with him, which might be their last.

The sharp memory of that first kiss often left her thirsty.

Whenever she gasped under rough sex, she found herself craving his moist lips like water in the desert.

But she never dared to ask even once. Sheila was nothing more than a whipping maid receiving punishment.

A few days ago, even when she gave him an overt, instinctive look, Cedric just turned her face away and sucked at her ear or inside her ear.

Then again, what was she expecting?

Cedric was a pervert among perverts who would spit instead of kissing even in a situation that was practically begging for a kiss.

So the kiss with the handsome pervert, no, the Young Count, slipped through her fingers.

Even so, she didn’t dislike him. Just like she told him, even that tasted good to her.

And thinking about it, maybe it was for the best.

She was leaving anyway. What if she grew even more attached?

She also experienced the “good thing with a man” she’d always been curious about from listening to the other maids, so she didn’t lose anything.

Even if she met another man in the future, it would be hard to find one with a status as high and looks as striking as Cedric’s.

‘And the chances of meeting another man this perverted are even lower.’

Tears kept pouring from Sheila’s pleasure-soaked eyes.

It was a good sign.

Sheila already knew from experience that tears carried the heart with them, and that the more tears you shed, the emptier your heart became.

***

When Sheila returned to her room, she took out the ledger.

The ledger was filled with tips she received during the banquet period.

She was despairing because Cedric cut off her way of making money, but fate wasn’t that cruel.

Feeling satisfied as she looked over the ledger entries, Sheila tore out a blank page at the very back.

Spreading the neat square sheet solemnly, Sheila used the pencil she wrote the ledger with and wrote in large letters at the top center.

[Resignation Letter]